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in the Dsilver morning Ahollow tremblinGg and getting Dold smelling Dburnt oil of Aheaven about ten Gyears, too big to Dhold
she don't get uAp when I cGome into the rooDm she don't rAun through the fGields anymoDre
built a Dfire in the kitchAen made herG bed by a stDove took aD walk to the Agraveyard but she Gdidn't want to gDo
she don't wAorry all them mGurders of crDows even Athough they was alGways out of rDeach
she don't get uAp when I cGome into the rooDm she don't rAun through the fGields anymoDre